Sweet Mace: A Sussex Legend of the Iron TimesFenn, George Manville
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Sweet Mace: A Sussex Legend of the Iron Times
Fenn, George Manville
Sussex (England) -- Fiction
Agitated as she was, it seemed to her that she grew feverish and
thirsty--a thirst she turned to the water-vessel more than once to
assuage, but without effect; and at last, with a curious, excited
sensation upon her, mingled with weariness, she went to the glass to
find that her checks were flushed, and that there was a strange dilated
look about her eyes, whose unusual lustre startled her.
"I have had too little sleep lately," she said, with a sad smile, as she
thought of the long, restless nights she had passed; and at last she
threw herself upon the bed, and closed her eyes, just as a tap was heard
upon the panel of the door.
"Come in, Janet," she said, as she unclosed her eyes to gaze round at
the confusion that reigned with half-packed garments, and upon a couch
her wedding-dress, facing her like the flaccid shade of herself lying
upon a bier.
There was something very weird in that dress, and it seemed to influence
her with thoughts of death which made her shudder.
"I be come to try on the wedding robe again, mistress," said Janet. "I
did alter those strings and that fastening, and now it will fit you
well."
"That's kind of you, Janet," said Mace, drowsily. "Thank you for all
you have done. You will think kindly of me when I am gone?"
"Why, of course, mistress. But, there, dear heart alive, don't talk
like that. Why it be as if you was going to be buried. La! You ought
to be as blithe as blithe."
"Should you be, Janet?" said Mace. "Oh, my head--my head, it burns--it
burns!"
"La, mistress, yes; as joyous as a bird to wed with so handsome and
courtly a man. Art ill, mistress?"
"Sleepy, Janet, sleepy."
"There, then, let's get on the dress, and see how you look, and then you
shall have a long sleep, and I'll see that no one disturbs you."
"No, no," said Mace, hoarsely. "I must not sleep, child--I will not
sleep. Try on the dress and go away. I shall sit by the open window."
"La, mistress, thou'lt get the ager-shakes that come off the Pool. I
wouldn't sit by the open window to-night. Come, get up, dear, and let
me take off your gown. I'll unlace it, and now we'll have on the
beautiful white robe. Lovely, lovely!"
And again, "Lovely, lovely!"
And then, "How beautiful you look!"
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